The angel played the flute leisurely, and the stars played with the flowers. Legend has it that those who get a four-leaf clover will be very happy, so I searched hard... Looking for a four-leaf clover that belongs to me.
There is your figure at the intersection again. The dim street lights cannot illuminate our footprints. The dandelions on the roadside take me to start a new journey.
Love, is it getting or giving? Sometimes I want to swallow you and never be separated; sometimes I want to spit you out and set you free and me free.
Fairy tales, real or fake? Sometimes I think it is real and happy, sometimes I think it is virtual, making me feel pain and making you feel sad.
When you are sad, who will comfort you? When you cry, who wipes your tears? It's him, the dreamy him, he makes people confused, but he was cursed by the four-leaf clover and fell deeply in love with him...
When the bells of the Angel Building once again played a beautiful and magnificent melody, a new and beautiful fairy tale began in Fairy Tale Street...